There's one question that people who are deeply imshed in love, who might have been pursuing someone for years in vain or trying so hard to make a relationship work, seldom find the occasion to ask themselves, despite a certainty that they are in love, the question they rarely pause to ask is this.
Is the person I love nice to me?
A lot of other things seem not to be in any doubt, that the person's amazing, that their name makes them jump.
But what remains astonishingly unexplored is something more benal.
Are these people actually kind?
And here, despite all the extraordinary devotion, the answer is liable to be rather confusing.
It seems that this loved one, the recipient of so much care and passion, isn't necessarily especially kind back.
They may be grumpy, unfaithful.
They might not have been in touch for months.
They may take ages to reply to a text message.
